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aminta amintor amintore

amioidei amiranha amish
prove our might. To all those insults thou hast offer'd here, Receive this
answer: 'tis my flying spear."  He spoke. With all his force the javelin


flung, Fix'd deep, and loudly in the buckler rung. Far on his outstretch'd
arm, Pelides held (To meet the thundering lance) his dreadful shield, That
trembled as it stuck nor void of fear Saw, ere it fell, the immeasurable
spear. His fears were vain impenetrable charms Secured the temper of the

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